or checking off boxes.  Moving forward, building BUSINESS.  Leads and the new sales story which will start any day now.

Back from Café Noto, small latte and a breakfast sandwich which just sounded amazing and insides roaring and angry with me so I couldn’t keep fast till past noon.  No way.

Page in Better journal done, message Nurse, and other people…. I’m tricking myself into more and more assembly.  Maybe not tricking, but leading self far from those distractions that piece and hold and lead you down dead-end lanes.

10:03….  New rules for me as a writer.  BED asking what some rules were when I was a kid.  Keeping room clean, one.. and now I struggle to keep this office clean since I’m not working in the Nook on the loft floor much anymore.

Jazz, meditation… what else can I do really quick?  Have to go to store, get cash, move some money for MAP….  I’m of an unusual power today, and I know why.  Anyone who knows me like the Nurse and CLT know why.

CLT – never mentioned this character before, but will in the book.  She is strong and sharp, detailed and a writer like my dad even though she claims not to be.  And when she makes errors in a text or email I lovingly jab.  She gets it, she gets ME.

Wrote yesterday that I am STRONG and UNDETERRED.  Walking back to my car from Noto, looking down McClelland I though, I AM.

There it is again, the tattoo on my arm, Ms. Plath’s words.

I AM STRONG.

I AM UNDETERRED.

Like I told the Nurse, the feeling I have with and about us, and from other events, I will not surrender or turn my back on.  I will fight for them, tirelessly.

I am new, and renewed this morning and all days approaching.

And again, for them – MY.Kids.